Fall Poem

Indian Summer Poem

Being From New England, I have always appreciated the beauty of Fall in all its natural glory. It is by far my favorite season, just one of many blessings God has given us here on Earth. If you haven't journeyed to New England in the Fall, my hope is this poem may inspire you to make the trip, you will not be disappointed.

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Very beautiful & inspiring. "Women in Ministry" will share this at a coffee we are hosting for younger women we mentor in the church.
Sandy, Moderator WIM

Autumn

There's a crispness in the air that greets the morning sun, a feeling of anticipation, a new day has begun.
Harvest days are ending, winter is drawing near, yet in between is surely the most special time of year.
They call it Indian Summer, and it seems to fit the bill, for it's as if the Lord took a feathered brush and painted all the hills.

Now as I sit contented, atop of one of these, a book in hand to pass the time, the sound of a gentle breeze,
I can almost imagine an Indian child upon this mountaintop, looking down at the land of her forefathers, lost within her thoughts
For in every persons lifetime some heartache may occur, but on these hills in quiet solitude, God helps us to endure.

So I say that the eyes are a window, beauty is found within the soul, and upon the hills of Autumn, that are strewn with red and gold.